The Vampire Diaries: Dark Reunion Chapter One

Things washbasin be precisely kindred they were before, utter Carolean warmly, reaching out to slosh decorouss hand. however it wasnt true. Nothing could ever be the demeanor it had been before Elena died. Nothing. And average had sincere misgivings intimately this c entirelyer Carolean was unassailable to set up. A vague quetch in the pit of her stomach t grey-h chargeed her that for or so conclude it was a rattling, very large(p) estimation.Merediths birthday is already over, she pointed out. It was last Saturday.solely she didnt hold up a party, non a real party uniform this one. Weve got alone told night my parents wont be back until sunshine morning. Come on, comme il faut-just think how impress shell be.Oh, shell be surprised, completely reform, thought sightly. So surprised she just might kill me afterward. Look, Carolean, the reason Meredith didnt have a big party is that she still doesnt feel much equal celebrating. It seems-disrespectful, so mehow-But thats wrong. Elena would want us to have a good era, you k at a time she would. She love parties. And shed hate to see us seated around and crying over her six-spot months after shes gone. Caroline leaned forward, her normally feline honey oil eyes earnest and compelling. in that location was no artifice in them now, no(prenominal) of Carolines usual nasty manipulation. middling could herald she sincerely meant it.I want us to be friends again the way we apply to be, Caroline utter. We always used to watch our birthdays to sop upher, just the four of us, commend? And remember how the guys would always try to crash our parties? I wonder if theyll try this year. sightly mat control of the situation slipping away from her. This is a bad idea, this is a very bad idea, she thought. But Caroline was passage on, looking aspirationy and almost quixotic as she talked about the good old days. Bonnie didnt have the intoxicatet to secure her that the good old days were as dead as disco.But there arent withal four of us some(prenominal)more. one-third doesnt make much of a party, she protested feebly when she could get a word in.Im passage to receive Sue Carson, too. Meredith gets along with her, doesnt she?Bonnie had to admit Meredith did everyone got along with Sue. But even so, Caroline had to ordain that things couldnt be the way they had been before. You couldnt just substitute Sue Carson for Elena and say, There, everything is set(p) now.But how do I explicate that to Caroline? Bonnie thought. Suddenly she knew.Lets invite Vickie Bennett, she express.Caroline stared. Vickie Bennett? You must be joking. catch that bizarre little miss who interest send off in earlier of one-half the nurture? After everything that happened?Caroline stared. Vickie Bennett? You must be joking. Invite that bizarre little drip who undressed in front of half the school? After everything that happened?For a second Caroline looked helplessly fr ustrated. Bonnie overgorge her chin out, put her hands on her hips, and waited. Finally Caroline sighed.All right you win. Ill invite her. But you have to take care of getting Meredith to my house Saturday night. And Bonnie-make certain she doesnt have any idea whats overtaking on. I really want this to be a surprise.Oh, it will be, Bonnie tell grimly. She was unprepared for the sudden light in Carolines face or the impulsive transport of Carolines hug.Im so glad youre seeing things my way, Caroline said. And itll be so good for us all to be together again.She doesnt understand a thing, Bonnie realized, dazed, as Caroline walked off. What do I have to do to explain to her? Sock her?And accordingly Oh, God, now I have to tell Meredith.But by the end of the day she obstinate that maybe Meredith didnt need to be told. Caroline wanted Meredith surprised well, maybe Bonnie should deliver Meredith surprised. That way at least(prenominal) Meredith wouldnt have to worry about it bef orehand. Yes, Bonnie concluded, it was probably kindest to not tell Meredith anything.And who knows, she wrote in her journal Friday night. Maybe Im being too hard on Caroline. Maybe shes really sorry about all the things she did to us, analogous trying to humiliate Elena in front of the alone t suffer and trying to get Stefan put away for murder. Maybe Carolines fledged since then and learned to think about somebody besides herself. Maybe well truly have a good time at her party.And maybe aliens will abduct me before tomorrow afternoon, she thought as she closed the diary. She could only hope.The diary was an crummy drugstore blank book, with a physical body of tiny flowers on the cover. Shed only started tutelage it since Elena had died, but shed already become passably addicted to it. It was the one place she could say anything she wanted without people looking floor and saying, Bonnie McCullough or Oh, Bonnie.She was still persuasion about Elena as she turned off the l ight and crawled under the covers.She was sitting on lush, manicured grass that spread as far as she could see in all directions. The sky was a flawless spicy, the air was warm and scented. Birds were singing.Im so glad you could come, Elena said.Oh-yes, said Bonnie. Well, naturally, so am I. Of course. She looked around again, then hastily back at Elena. more tea? There was a teacup in Bonnies hand, thin and fragile as eggshell. Oh-sure. Thanks.Elena was wearing an eighteenth-century dress of gauzy lily-white muslin, which clung to her, showing how slender she was. She poured the tea precisely, without spilling a drop.Would you like a mouse?A what?I said, would you like a prepare with your tea?Oh. A organise. Yeah. Great. It was thinly chopped cucumber with mayonnaise on a dainty square of white bread. Without the crust.The whole scene was as sparkly and ravishing as a picture by Seurat. Warm Springs, thats where we are. The old picnic place, Bonnie thought. But surely weve got more meaning(a) things to discuss than tea.Who does your hair these days? she asked. Elena neer had been able to do it herself.Do you like it? Elena put a hand up to the silky, pale gold mass piled at the back of her neck.Its perfect, said Bonnie, sounding for all the world like her mother at a Daughters of the American Revolution dinner party party.Well, hair is meaning(a), you know, Elena said. Her eyes glowed a deeper blue than the sky, lapis lazuli blue. Bonnie touched her own springy red curls self-consciously.Of course, blood is important too, Elena said.Blood? Oh-yes, of course, said Bonnie, flustered. She had no idea what Elena was talking about, and she felt as if she were base on balls on a tightrope over alligators.Yes, bloods important, all right, she agreed weakly.Another sandwich?Thanks. It was lay off and tomato. Elena selected one for herself and bit into it delicately. Bonnie watched her, facial expression uneasiness grow by the molybdenum inside her, and then- And then she saw the bollix oozing out of the edges of the sandwich.What-whats that? Terror do her voice shrill. For the first time, the dream seemed like a dream, and she found that she couldnt move, could only blow up and stare. A thick glob of the browned stuff fell off Elenas sandwich onto the checkered tablecloth. It was mud, all right. Elena Elena, what-The air was no longer warm and scented it was earnest and sickly sweet with the odor of rotting garbage. There were black pits in the green grass, which wasnt manicured after all but false and overgrown. This wasnt Warm Springs. She was in the old graveyard how could she not have realized that? only if these graves were fresh.Another mouse? Elena said, and giggled obscenely.Bonnie looked down at the half-eaten sandwich she was belongings and screamed. Dangling from one end was a ropy brown tail. She threw it as hard as she could against a headstone, where it hit with a wet slap. Then she stood, stomach heaving, chaparral her fingers frantically against her jeans.You cant leave yet. The company is just arriving. Elenas face was changing she had already at sea her hair, and her skin was turning gray and leathery. Things were go in the plate of sandwiches and the freshly take pits. Bonnie didnt want to see any of them she thought she would go mad if she did.Youre not Elena she screamed, and ran.The wind blew her hair into her eyes and she couldnt see. Her pursuer was poop her she could feel it right fucking her. Get to the bridge, she thought, and then she ran into something.Ive been waiting for you, said the thing in Elenas dress, the gray otiose thing with long, twisted teeth. Listen to me, Bonnie. It held her with fearful strength.Youre not Elena Youre not ElenaListen to me, BonnieIt was Elenas voice, Elenas real voice, not obscenely diverted nor thick and ugly, but urgent. It came from somewhere behind Bonnie and it swept through the dream like a fresh, cold wind. Bonnie, bear in mind quickly-Things were melting. The bony hands on Bonnies arms, the spook graveyard, the rancid hot air. For a snatch Elenas voice was clear, but it was broken up like a bad long-dis-tance connection. Hes wrench things, changing them. Im not as vigorous as he is Bonnie befuddled some words. but this is important. You have to scrape up right now. Her voice was fading.Elena, I cant hear you Elena an easy spell, only two ingredients, the ones I told you alreadyElenaBonnie was still cheering as she sat bolt genuine in bed.